We Made the World

We Made the World

A Poem by Miss. Smith

Chastise her soul
Don't blame her though
For misdeeds and sorrows gone

She was not made 
For such pain
Her heart and mind have sunken down

Laced skies
White mists before her eyes
Don't blame her though 
For misdeeds and sorrows gone

And justice does not come
But life is what we make of it
And enough of what we make of it.

We made this world 
For her 
Do not blame her 
For misdeeds and sorrows gone.

© 2012 Miss. Smith

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Added on September 30, 2012
Last Updated on September 30, 2012


Miss. Smith
Miss. Smith

Edinburgh, United Kingdom

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A Poem by Miss. Smith